Epigraph: 16 June. Finished Sebastian Faulk’s Birdsong in the studio — sitting there in floods of tears when the doorbell rang — a handsome young black man in skintight fluorescent cycling gear delivering Iggy Pop’s 3-ft-long ‘Basic Party Penis Sheath’, which he had strapped across his handlebars. It’s from moments like this that accusations of eccentricity are born, I thought, as I watched a neighbour witness this bizarre scene through her lace curtain.
— Brian Eno, A Year with Swollen Appendices (diary)